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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEA GODS: 2, by HILDA DOOLITTLE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: But we bring violets
Last Line: Of your own white surf.
Alternate Author Name(s): H. D.; Aldington, Richard, Mrs.
Subject(s): Bible; Poetry & Poets; Sea; Ocean
First Line: But we bring violets
Last Line: Of your own white surf.
Alternate Author Name(s): H. D.; Aldington, Richard, Mrs.
Subject(s): Bible; Poetry & Poets; Sea; Ocean
But we bring violets,
great masses -- single, sweet,
wood-violets, stream-violets,
violets from a wet marsh.
Violets in clumps from hills,
tufts with earth at the roots,
violets tugged from rocks,
blue violets, moss, cliff, river-violets.
Yellow violets' gold,
burnt with a rare tint --
violets like red ash
among tufts of grass.
We bring deep-purple
bird-foot violets.
We bring the hyacinth-violet,
sweet, bare, chill to the touch --
and violets whiter than the in-rush
of your own white surf.
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